I lay in bed, crying, tears streaming down my face. I clutch the blankets close to me, sobs wrenching at my body. Never, never, do I want to face the images in my brain. The aren't real, but they could be. They aren't something to share though, I decide. A stain begins to form on the sheets but it's the least of my worries. For once, Zero isn't the cause of these thoughts or tears, as a matter of fact, he's nowhere to be found right now. It's for the best. I can't stop crying as I bury my face deeper into my bed, scared of my own head. I sniffle, hoping to get some sleep. Not once have I wanted to fall asleep so early.
I don't want to be alone. Don't leave me.

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